Lyrics:
know it?
How do you know that you know it?
They gon' tell you what to feel
They want tell you you gon' fail
And you chip a tooth, but it was
into someone else's shoes
Everybody's got somein to say
That we oughta live their way
What were doin's not okay
In this world
Everybody's got a chip
We can go chip for chip, I pull some large out
Or go whip for whip, I bring them cars out
Bring the Benz out, bring the Aston-Mart' out
Porsche Box'
on the balance beam
Still you're standing with me, always carrying
The melody
Smiling all the while, the paint chips off
Of my Mardi Gras beads
It's
Chips 7 not Usher
Big muskets get squeezed like mustard
And mother fuckers flee off in the Nissan
They say that life is like a see-saw
I roll solo,
as the joker is
The things I love I'll kill for call my bluff with no poker chips
Got this chip on my shoulder which
Brings me to this lick im bouta hit
Knew him
reason
'Cause bitches need 9-1-1 for no reason
[Chorus]
(I'm somethin' like a pimp)
A diamond{?} trick, but you ain't seein' no chips, young ho
(I
Stand against the wallpaper and get up like chameleons
I flip some clips on my lips
I clip some chips to your hips
I nibble chips off your hips
the sequel, how is Leno these days?
Take it away, 'cause I don't care whether we win or lose
Yeah, whether we win or lose
All my chips are down, my
And you're on the list baby
Your pool rips!
I cleaned it yesterday
Girls look cute!
In their swimming suits
Holy guacamole!
We've got chips!
So come
He Told the major, He don't wanna combat
Follow the tenant, get a honor on ya badge
Sent on a mission, sworn you under contract
Chip on ya shoulder
homegirl, bitch, who you fuckin' with
Gossip you spit
Put each other up on game
On which nigga's got chips, routine's the same
Shakin' that ass with
The same long faces in the workman's hall
Caramel crisp counts his birds
Cliff chip's lines up his dominoes
Kingfisher lead singer calms his
paper like oragami
I'm in the business of Bentley's and bitches, and my chips
And I'm keepin four eyes on them schemers, when I dip
In the business
extra chips teaching David Blaine tricks
NASA called my lab before they launch rocket ships
So ill, Jackie Chan calls me the black version
After
tienen chip (jaja)
Me vivo la movie to' lo' día' en repeat (pu, pu, pu, pu)
Con to' lo' mío' en el putero (normal)
Me acompañan lo' Benjamine' (jaja)
Your token a couple chips
Chip in the engine I could dip in a minute
My bitch pushin' a rental ran
Us a couple of pennies
When they dented the Hemi y'all
a bitch wanna cash in all her chips (Wanna cash in all her chips)
Tell my friends I'll see ya later girl I gotta dip (I'll see ya later girl I gotta dip)
Attracting all of the sluts
I got a chip on my shoulder
Like there was chips in my pocket
There ain't a cent in my jeans
But you might smell the ganja
I must
Summer
In our Winter, they killin' niggas
See it as you see it in your skin boy (yeah)
And they clips got the chips boy (yeah)
They got that heat on they
Forgiato's on your spaceship
House the size of a bag of chips
Bulletproof around my Cullinan 'cause the gutter done left me scarred
Ain't no way that you
(drip)
My bitch got white toes (bitch)
Stack chips, stack your rolls (chips)
Thick hips, hot like a stove (hips)
I tip, pay her like a toll (tip)
No
I got my cheese chip, I'm stackin' cheddar (chips)
God, I made it out the ghetto
I cannot lie a nigga livin' better (better)
That Rover came with
out, hit the gym
Hit the field, get the win
Ayo I need that, big chips, man I need that
Hustle hard, on the job you could see that
All my hittas
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